He did something he rarely did. He decided not to see things from the other guy's point of view.
He understood the code of his social class enough to affect an air of indifference about life.
He forced himself into good spirits.
I can see that spark coming back when he talks about the future.
He was a generous but subtly demanding boss.
His charm was not electric, but it was enveloping.
Fatigue could be the dealmaker's friend.
Accustomed to motion, he was forced to be still.
Time after time during the next six months, he would put me together again.
The politics of the possible was being replaced by the politics of purity.
He was trying to find his footing in a world both familiar and foreign
It may be that the voice of the people is the voice of God 51 times out of 100. But the remaining 49 times, it is the voice of the devil, or worse, the voice of a fool. Theodore Roosevelt
Abilene possessed greater vision, perhaps because it possessed little else.
He was a product of a culture where it was generally counterproductive to hold grudges.
His was a quiet but persistent charisma.
He lived in terror of, well, becoming ordinary.
Such was the code: Strive for victory, but never seem to be self-involved.
Grant made the perfect candidate, a war hero with indistinct views on most political issues.
The very lack of explicit pressure was itself a compelling force, for it created a world in which the expectation of success was simply there, a fact of life as basic as breakfast.
He has not shown the special interest in reading that we should like to see but he likes shop work. George H. W. Bush's parents on his Andover application